Saturday, August 9, 2014

You're my obsession

Dear Oly Distance,

I love you.

I hate you.

I can't stop thinking about you.

Some people might call me obsessed, but they don't know you. They don't know the power you hold.

You hurt me; then, taunt me afterward. You know what I want, but you won't give it to me. You make me work and work and work, with no let up.

But things are changing. I will make you mine. I will make pay for those years of bringing me to my knees.

The only question I have for you want to choose a safe word?